At the same time, violet qi flowed spontaneously across his body's surface, circling in accordance with some indescribable rhythm. Its trajectory was subtle and unfathomable.
As time passed, boundless Chaos Qi trembled in response, as though answering a summons, surging and rushing around Su Yang's body. Strands of Chaos Qi were naturally drawn into him.
Across the entire cosmos, only Chaos Demon Gods born when Primordial Chaos first opened could draw in such ancestral primordial qi.
Others would collapse the instant they touched it; the slightest carelessness would bring a backlash from the ancestral primordial qi and erase them from existence.
The perils of chaos were no empty reputation.
They were an iron law forged by countless ancient great gods who had tested it with their lives and drawn its boundaries in blood.
It was also the fundamental reliance by which the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods shook the heavens.
Su Yang's expression was as still as an ancient well. He absorbed Chaos Qi as naturally as breathing.
At this moment, his Purple Palace was also quietly changing.
The former sight of azure clouds churning like a vast sea had vanished completely. All that remained was a misty gray expanse, seamlessly one with the chaos of the outside world.
Yet this gloom was not lifeless. From time to time, a streak of light would suddenly tear through it, like a lone lamp burning in Eternal Night.
An indescribably unique rhythm quietly spread through the entire Purple Palace.
Threads of Dao rhythm drifted soundlessly, flowing through the void in an orderly fashion along some precise yet inscrutable path.
Every trace of aura that escaped carried a supreme truth pointing directly to the source.
If a cultivator were present, their mind and soul would surely be utterly intoxicated, and they would fall